Savannah enjoyed her own brand of gratitude as she let her fingers fall past the base of Chris’ hard cock. It was big. It was really big. She hadn’t expected big of Chris. There was something about his mild manner and his hippie poeticism—not to mention his lean and lanky body—that made her think his dick would be somewhat slimmer. Not that she’d really thought about it. One makes assumptions, though. Hers were wildly inaccurate.
Brushing her fingers down his balls, she cupped them gently. Chris’ breath hitched, and he closed his eyes, directing his face up toward the ceiling. She had to touch it. It was looking straight at her with its gleaming pink head. And then a thought occurred to her: “Condoms.”
His eyes burst open as though he found the statement shocking. “You want to?” he asked.
“To use a condom?”
When he laughed, his curved shoulders bounced, and his cock did too. His balls jiggled under its weight. “No, I mean, you want to go all the way? I wasn’t sure…”
Now Savannah laughed. ‘All the way’ seemed like such an outdated term, and it amused her that Chris would use it. “I just assumed…” Now she took the sexual leap of fitting her fist around the base of his cock. Its girth was so massive she couldn’t quite touch her thumb to her index finger, and that realization made her gasp in time with Chris. She pulled her hand slowly down the supple flesh his shaft, closing in on his cockhead, and then releasing him altogether. “But if you don’t want to…”
“Very funny.” He rolled his eyes and smirked. “Of course I want to make love to you, Savannah, but we’re not animals. We’re evolved. We take our time with fingers and tongues before we get to all that.”
“Tongues?” she asked. Now there was a word that always piqued her interest. “Where are we putting these tongues?”
With a grin, Chris sat next to her on the bed. Bending over her naked front, he said, “I was thinking I’d start here.” And, without further delay, he licked her nipple.
Savannah’s body rippled with pleasure. His tongue was warm, but he licked her so fleetingly that her nipple fell prey to the cool night air. She watched it harden into a stiff peak as Chris moved to the other breast and licked in circles. He climbed carefully over her leg and settled in between her thighs, kissing a path down her electric body.
“You’re going to get marker all over your face!” she laughed. Her core was pounding in anticipation of the skill Chris might bring. The last thing she wanted to do was stop him. Fortunately, it seemed like there was nothing she could say that would keep him from kissing her body.
When he arrived at her belly, Chris slid his fingertips beneath the thin elastic of her slutty g-string. If it wasn’t for the sprained ankle, she might have dug both heels into the mattress and pushed her mound sky-high. His touch made her wild. Every time his fingers brushed her flesh, she just wanted more, more, more!
He pulled down on the sides of her thong. She could easily pull one leg out, but Chris was slow and careful as he lifted her other ankle to take it off. Now she was bare. Utterly nude. Naked as the day she was born. And Chris kneeled between her legs, gazing in wonderment at her reclining body.
Folding a pillow beneath her head, Savannah let her hands rest underneath. She bent her good leg and gazed past the marker gracing her skin. Chris met her gaze with adoration as he descended between her thighs. Grasping her ass in his hands, he blew gently on her trim pubic hair. The cool breeze made her shudder, and she opened her legs a little wider, offering her body to him. She could hardly watch as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. She knew how good it would feel, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the pleasure.
When she closed her eyes, his tongue touched down on her pussy lips. Hot on hot. She couldn’t really tell who gave off more heat, but they sizzled when they joined together, mouth on mound. Her lips were wet. His lips were wet. As he lapped at her slit, they were nothing but sopping warmth on sopping warmth. When he licked her clit, her belly muscles went into spasm all at once, and her upper body jerked forward. Her brain wasn’t a part of this anymore. She was all reflex reacting to stimuli. Her mind melted in a pool of hot pleasure.
Tracing his hands up her front, Chris sucked Savannah’s clit. She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow until hair covered her face and she had to spit it out of her mouth. When he tweaked her nipples, she felt electricity in her clit. Everything was connected. Her neurons overshot their bounds and made her toes and fingers twitch. She grabbed his head and guided him back and forth, since it was still hard to thrust her lips with an injured ankle.
He ate her pussy at triple speed, like a squirrel gnawing fruit. She didn’t even know what the hell he was doing anymore, but he worked so fast it didn’t even matter. Everything felt like a highly corrupted version of heaven as he licked and lapped and bit and gnawed on her pussy. She dug her fingers hard into his scalp and commanded him to make her come. He did not disappoint. He kept at her until she squealed and closed her thighs over his ears. She pressed them together like his head was a nut she was trying to crack. Ripples of pleasure soared through her muscles and she cried out with intense gratification until she couldn’t take any more.
There were condoms in an old chocolate tin by the bed. She couldn’t quite reach it and didn’t have the energy to move, but Chris took instruction well. He grabbed a packet and slipped the latex down his firm shaft.
“Have you ever tried Tantric sex?” he asked.
“No.” She could barely catch her breath to speak. “No, I don’t think so.”
He slid his sheathed cock inside of her, and every muscle rebounded. She sighed again and again as her rejuvenated body sprang to life. Her pussy enveloped him. He was hard, but she was soft, and together they were warm and wet.
Wrapping his arms around her core, he kissed her lips without moving his hips. “Milk my cock,” he instructed. He didn’t thrust in her body. He was the still point around which her muscles danced.
“Like this?” she asked, tightening up her pussy and then relaxing.
When he moaned in her ear, she knew it was good. She tried again, and this time evoked a strong reaction of her own. He kissed her in long, lingering sweeps of his tongue against hers. She could feel her tits pressing up on his chest, meeting the hair there. Her belly met his, and they were connected pussy to cock.
They moved only on the inside: tongues inside mouths and cock inside pussy. Chris rocked his hips gently while Savannah’s muscles milked him like wet hands on a hard shaft. The sensation astounded her. Without the distraction of external motion, she could feel every minute movement of his cock. When she compressed her pussy against his huge erection, she felt pangs of him everywhere. She had devoured him, but he had taken over her body. He inhabited her. She embraced him. The togetherness she felt in this moment would never be drawn out of her. Her cells would remember this day forever.
She milked him with quick, successive compressions of her pussy muscles, seeing his cock’s enjoyment in her mind’s eye. Every simple action was augmented tenfold by the stillness outside. Peace was all around them, and the frenzy was inside. He squeezed her tight in his arms. He kissed her hard with his mouth. She wrung his cock with her powerful pussy until she knew for certain they were on the brink. And then he jutted forward, ramming his erection deep inside of her, and her mind exploded with a burst of white light, followed by crystal rain. Her breath jumped and seized in her lungs. Her heart beat like a drum. Or was that his heart? They were so close it was hard to tell him from herself. Better yet, they were joined together in a manner that went beyond the physical. She felt as though she’d invited Chris to share in the most intimate aspects of her being—her mind, and her heart and…her soul? Spirit? Something as yet undiscovered, but more important than anything she knew.
Chapter Nineteen
They slept in each other’s arms, and when Savannah awoke the next morning, she’d already missed two classes. Extenuating circumstances, she figured. It wasn’t every day she opened her eyes to find the
handsome King of Chem Lab gazing back at her. She still couldn’t believe Chris was really in her bed, under the covers, right by her side!
“Morning,” he said, tracing the outline of her jaw with his fingertips.
“Morning,” she mumbled back, covering her mouth with her hand. God, how she would love to kiss him…but not before brushing her teeth.
“Time for a shower?”
Savannah offered a nod, and tried not to yawn. She moaned as Chris put an arm around her shoulder and helped her sit up in bed. Like a gentlemanly serpent, he slid down her body to take off her ankle brace. When she got a good look at his naked body, she couldn’t help exploding with laughter.
His face fell. “What?”
She pointed to the traces of marker all down his chest, his belly, his arms and his legs. “The poem you wrote on my skin…it’s all over you!”
He looked at the backwards letters on his pale flesh and laughed. “That’s the difference between making love and fucking: when you make love, pieces of you rub off on your partner.”
Savannah had never drawn much distinction between making love and fucking, and she wasn’t perfectly convinced by his argument, but she had a feeling, over time, he could sway her. She was fortified by his faith in intangibles. In the shower, Chris washed the marker stains from their skin even as he worshipped her flesh. He licked her under the falling water. He kissed her everywhere. His touch was electric.
Their next class wasn’t until three. Ample time for Chris to cook up a little breakfast while Savannah rested her ankle on the coffee table…just like the other night with Eric. A sense of discomfort came over her when she thought about all she’d done on this couch with her roommate’s dad. Last week, she’d been all excited about Chris’ invitation to Kingsley’s. Now Chris was standing in her kitchen cooking her breakfast. In between, she’d fucked Stacy’s father before learning anything about him. What a weird tangent life had taken her on this weekend.
As she lowered her gaze to the floor, a brightly-coloured book jacket caught her eye. If she leaned down and to the side, she could grab it without removing her foot from the table. The book was hers. It was the autobiography she’d loaned to Eric the first night he stayed over. He must not have read it. Too bad…it was a heart-wrenching account of an African woman’s experiences of mutilation, abuse, arranged marriage, and rebellion. She really thought Eric would enjoy it. Savannah felt a sense of loss in her core as she opened the book, but her heart nearly stopped when she perused the acknowledgements. She had to read the words twice over before she could believe it was true. “Oh my god!”
“Oh my god what?” Chris asked as he brought her a plate of French toast and a glass of orange juice. He set them on the side table while she shoved the book in his face.
“Look at this! Look at the name here!”
Squinting at the tiny letters, Chris read, “Thank you also to Eric van Bruggen of the International Humanitarian Aid Organization, who has worked tirelessly on behalf of women in poverty regions, and whose encouragement gave me the confidence to tell my story.” Chris offered a faint smile, but obviously didn’t get it.
“Eric,” Savannah said. “This is the guy, Stacy’s dad!”
Chris’ eyes grew wide. He was obviously impressed.
“I gave him this book to read and he didn’t say anything about knowing the author, or working with her, or any of that!”
Sitting on the arm of the sofa, Chris set his hand on Savannah’s shoulder and pulled her close to his warm body. “And this puts a different spin on your experience with him?”
She nodded. She didn’t want Chris to feel jealous, but at the same time she knew that wasn’t in his nature. “He’s done good work. That’s what drew me to him from the start. He works for the world, and…I mean, I guess that’s what I want to do in some way, when I’m finished my degree. I want to do good.” She wasn’t sure exactly what that meant yet, but she had at least another year and a half to figure it out. And Chris would help her find her calling—she was sure of that.
As for Eric, “It’s hard to reconcile, you know, when there are things about a person you admire, and other things about them you don’t like at all. But I can’t deny the positive impact he’s had on so many people.”
“Including you,” Chris said. “He’s inspired you.”
Chris’ giving smile was contagious. She caught it like a fever. “I guess he has, yeah. Inspired me to give, and to stay aware.” As Chris handed Savannah her glass of orange juice, she realized she ought to offer him a few words of encouragement. “Don’t worry, though. It’s not like I’m looking to hook up with Stacy’s dad again. It happened, but it’s over now.”
“I know,” he said simply. “The only constant is change.”
A heavy feeling spread across the base of Savannah’s stomach. “Oh…” She took a long sip of orange juice to build up her strength. “Chris, I know your life is all about honesty and everything, but…please don’t tell my roommate about all this. The last thing I want is for Stacy to know I slept with her dad. Jesus, she’d probably throw me off the balcony!”
“I doubt that,” Chris said, looking toward the window. He smiled as the sunlight met their shower-clean skin. “One day you might want to tell her. Until then, you can count on me to be discrete.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” Gazing at the pulp floating on top of her juice, Savannah bit her lip. “Anyway, I wanted you before I wanted him. And now all I want is you. Nobody else.”
When she looked up into his face, he was beaming with all the radiance of the late-morning sun. Planting a lingering kiss on her forehead, Chris said, “The feeling is mutual,” and her heart soared. He rose to fetch syrup and butter and tea and all manner of things from the kitchen, but she knew he’d be back. Maybe Chris was right and the only constant was change, but Savannah had a funny feeling he’d stay by her side for a good long time.
The End
ABOUT GISELLE RENARDE
Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. For information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at www.freewebs.com/gisellerenarde/ or her blog at donutsdesires.blogspot.com. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
Giselle Renarde is author of Ondine (Hudson Audiobooks/eXcessica Publishing), Audrey & Lawrence (eXcessica Publishing), and more than twenty e-books including Red Satin and Waxing is for Pussies (Torquere Press), Cunning Little Vixens, The Birthday Gift, Kandinsky's Shirt Button(eXcessica), Beneath the Ice, Third Rail, Leslie Goosemoon Rides Again (loveyoudivine), and The Little Burlesque House by the Sea (Shadowfire Press). Ms Renarde is a short story contributor to more than thirty anthologies including Love Bites and Bite Me (BBA/Torquere Press), Like Twin Stars (Circlet Press), Girls on Top and Tasting Her (Cleis Press), Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2009 and Best Lesbian Love Stories 2009 (alyson books), as well as Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (Constable & Robinson), Surprise (Rubicund Press), numerous Cocktales (Xcite) and Coming Together (Phaze) anthologies, and Best Women's Erotica 2011 and Best Lesbian Erotica 2011 (Cleis Press).
Online, Giselle has contributed erotic content to such websites as For The Girls, Ruthie's Club, Three Pillows, Oysters & Chocolate, The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica, Frequently Felt, Whipped Cream, Long and Short Romance, Every Day Poets, Hips and Curves, and Lucrezia Magazine.
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